In the beginning, silence was a prison.
Rekha had spent her life in its chains.But now?Now silence was a choice.
A devotion.
A way to become invisible, and yet feel more seen than ever before.
It started with a simple truth.
No man had ever touched her the way the invisible one had.
No woman had ever opened her in such a way that her cunt became a holy artifact.
She had been used.She had been worshipped.
But never with silence.
One day, after the orgy in the park, Rekha began to change.
She stopped speaking.No more begging.No more asking.
She didn't need to.Not anymore.
The moans would come.The screams would come.But they were for her alone.
She sat in the center of 302A, cross-legged, her body naked.Her hands rested on her knees.Her eyes were closed.Breathing slow.
Nothing.
The women began to enter.One by one.
They knelt.
And waited.
No words.No glances.
Rekha opened her eyes.
She didn't speak.Just held out her hands.
Seema crawled to her.Not as a lover.Not as a disciple.
But as a follower.
She kissed Rekha's palm.
Rekha exhaled.Her cunt ached.
But she didn't speak.
The others followed.
Each kissed her hands.Each took a moment to worship her touch.
Then, Rekha stood.She walked to the center.And spread her legs wide.
The women gathered around her.Not a single sound.
Rekha closed her eyes again.
Her hand went to her cunt.
The women watched.
They didn't touch her.They didn't beg.
But they watched.
Rekha began to touch herself slowly.Each stroke deliberate.Each moan swallowed by silence.
Her fingers slid over her clit, down her folds, then back up.
She pulled her lips apart, exposing herself fully.
The women stayed silent.Still.
Her fingers slid in.Deep.And deep again.
Her body trembled.
But she didn't scream.She didn't moan loudly.
She just breathed.
Then, when she came, she didn't shout.She didn't writhe.
She exhaled.
The room stayed still.
No one moved.
Not a single word.
When she opened her eyes, she saw them.
All kneeling.All staring.All waiting.
Her lips parted.
And she spoke only one word.
"Worship."
And the women obeyed.
They kissed her.But not her lips.Her cunt.
Slow. Reverent.Like it was a shrine.
And Rekha let them.Let them taste her essence.
Hours passed like this.
No speaking.Only touching.
Only worship.
By morning, Rekha stood alone.
All the women had left.
Except for Seema.She remained, kneeling by the door.
Rekha walked to her.Her body still shivering with the aftershocks of her orgasm.
She didn't touch Seema.
She didn't speak.
But Seema understood.
Rekha took Seema's face in her hands.Kissed her on the forehead.
Then she left the room.
Seema stayed.
And when Rekha was gone,Seema began to cry.
For the first time, Rekha had truly surrendered.
That night, she didn't call for anyone.She didn't write any notes.
She simply sat by the window.Naked.Legs open.
Eyes closed.
And waited for Beloved.
He didn't come that night.
But the silence spoke.
And Rekha moaned in it, alone.